An autobiography of a weapon-Part I

My origin comes from the shear need of survival. My structure compatible, with all the objects in this world. I am everywhere, yet not Omnipresent. I am available anytime, yet I am not Omniscient. In His drama, a few atoms decided to form a cumulative structure which can think in unison, thus was born the life on Earth. I don’t know how the atoms have had that thought, but the permutation and combination of these combined thinking atoms lead to the myriads of life forms. But, as the drama unfolded, these combined atoms, found out that in order to stay together they needed energy. Though energy was available in plenty, they soon found out that there are only a few ways of acquiring it such that it doesn’t harm their unity. In meantime, the Drama Director decided to put some climatic twist into His wonder, thus He some how orchestrated the atoms to form another conglomeration, which will have a much better functionality. Soon complex life forms begin to evolve in this Planet. But, still in order to sustain itself it needed energy, unlike the perpetual machine.

With the evolution of functionality, the energy need also begin to increase. Then again, the choice of form of energy also was restrictive than ever before. At first, it was enough for the conglomerated mass of atoms, to depend upon other agglomeration of atoms which were not able to duplicate, think or move by themselves. Thus the governing body in this conglomerate, decided to use other conglomerate of similar abilities for energy purpose. Some of these conglomerate were readily accepted the idea of giving energy to other conglomerate, but many others didn’t want to destroy their conglomeration by becoming a meal to others. Thus some conglomerate passed the a resolution in their Pentagon to destroy the conglomerate by force and usurp their powers. Their CIA senses notified them about the weaknesses of the target conglomerate, thus leading to my birth with which one conglomerate became an energy source for other conglomerate.

At first, my possession in hands of aggressor conglomerate implied demise of the target conglomerate, but then something new happened. The target conglomerate, like any other had come together in order to live out a life. Now its very existence got threatened by a another permutation of conglomeration. Thus, in the Kremlin of target conglomerate the red army was formed to protect itself from the aggressor. It also meant that this conglomerate develop its own KGB senses to monitor the movement and intentions of the aggressor. This whole process, lead to the birth of twin brother, the counter weapon….. To be continued

The tense of tension

For this blog post of mine, I surely am subjected to a lot of advice, which I really want to implement in badly to make my life tension free. To some extent, I achieved it, yet there aeronautical miles to fly in this direction.  When I see people cool, even at the event of crisis, I envy them. And,  without an iota of shame and ego, I admit that, it has resulted some embracing situations. Following Lord Buddha’s philosophy is the only way out I feel for my present predicament.

One thing is that, I am learning the tension control in most hard way possible, which implies I am exposed to the flak of coolness. And I feel it is the most best thing happening, but it comes at a cost, which strains social and public relations. The feeling of guilt pricks my mind even more, that I go into an endless loop of apologies, which further irritates the 2nd person. There are two ways out of this situation, either to try avoid such tense situation which involves one or more people, or exercise restraint when such tense things are unfolding. The first one seems to lucrative, but then it becomes running away from the problem. Fortunately for me, by His Grace, the tension of exam and results have nullified to really large extent. The coolness shown by me in recent past in examinations, and in my master thesis defense took me surprise. The sparks of coolness are coming in slowly. But with the next big endeavour beginning to unfold in a month, I need to develop tension restraint which matches the speed of Swami’s welfare project.

His Will, and my enthusiasm must combine to get the required effect. Within a few days, I will be tested again for this particular situation, where I have only the company of His Divine Hand. As I recently discovered to my good fortune, The Guidance system is foolproof, but the rocket called ‘tests’, fails only because wrong propellants used. If I stand still in this test, it will be equivalent to placing a small satellite in the Earth’s orbit, and a humble beginning, where the equivalent in astronautics will be a manned space mission…..

On being a Kid

Om Sri Ganeshaya Namah

The first ever blog post by a diehard fan of Aircrafts, and Indian Railways…..

Two to three months ago my friend said to me while chatting, that I have not changed. I received a lot of suggestions on what to do, what not to in the recent past, some of which I could cope with. Well, free advices at the cost of time, come with an option of choice. Fortunately, with His Grace, I have always been given the freedom of choice. Coming to  the advices, there were many which meant that I need to change my outlook towards the world. Those advices though given good intention, clearly could compromise my originality. Thus, this resulted in improvisation of my tactics, which the corporate world calls in a polished manner as marketing skills.

From my childhood, I liked aircrafts, trains, and the marauding weapons of war. These things are generally very fascinating for any kid at the beginning, but by the time he reaches adolescence, these features disappear. In my case, it was a reverse trend, as my fascination for these mighty metal monsters grew in multitudes. Childhood meant a lot of time in vacation be spent in with my relatives back in the land of cinema hero worship. This often lead to many a train travel, along one of the oldest train routes in India, viz. the Mumbai-Chennai railway line. This line is famous for its mountainous terrain, followed by a plateau region where summer temperatures reach an unforgiving 50 degrees Celsius. The line meant I could see the metallic birds flying out of the air force station at Lohegaon, Pune. Thus transforming into an avid watcher, and also a bigtime chatterbox. The line crossed many famed rivers, known for their torrent fury during the monsoon. Out of all these rivers, I liked a river, which was mainly dry, and on whose bank is situated the small Rayalseema town of Kondapuram, which literally means, ‘ The place of hills’.

As the time passed into my adolescence, I was forced to deviate for my own good towards the cramming. Its during this time, that I was introduced to the competitiveness of scoring high marks. Teachers, and parents alike found too much potential in me under utilized. The ‘Open Day’, which followed the exam only meant strings of complaints flowing unabated like a cloud burst from the mouth of the teachers. Nicknamed, ‘the scientist’, for loving science, I envisaged myself too much, that I always ended up with mediocre marks, thanks to my hatred towards languages. The Secondary School Certificate Exam, meant that I limped with a decent grade into the chores of higher secondary level, with science as my mainstream. It ushered in a period where competition meant to compete with lakhs of students for getting a good university in the future. But,  it also meant aspirations of my life long dream of being an aeronautical engineer, so work zoomed exponentially. Being in a heavily populated metropolis called Mumbai, with my college being situated around 40 kms from my residence, implied one thing, ‘ The Local Train.’

The famed, and feared local trains of Mumbai, are the pride of the city. A nightmare to outsiders, a necessity to the residents, and beloved to humungous amount of people. For me, it was like meeting a long lost childhood friend of mine. Brought up by parents who use the trains, I was told numerous stories about their adventures and misadventures. My mother, instilled in me her heroics of catching the locals of Karjat, Virar fame, from a station called Dadar, where more than a million people alight and board the trains. With a strict warning from the father about track crossing, I used the foot over bridge, where dodging crowd of serpentine nature became a routine. With given only 15-20 seconds to board the train, it called for tactics unparalleled in the world. All the catching and alighting were done on a running train, a risk with cost being life itself, but a rush of adrenaline, which will put even fighter pilot’s aerobatics to shame. But on a personally, it was the restart of the love for the metallic monsters, which transformed me back to the days of childhood.

Being taught how to survive by the local trains, I had my share of scare for my wellwishers, when the Lifeline of Mumbai, was subjugated to the dirty realms of terrorist attacks. I escaped once from a bomb blast, by a margin of half an hour during the monsoon of 2003. But with the competitive exams on the threshold, all I did was study, and travel. Eating on time, became a luxury, as the coaching classes drilled their schedule into my head. But, His ways are mysterious, I was taken away from my dream of becoming an aeronautical engineer, when I found myself incompetent enough to clear the exams which mattered the most.

When all seemed lost, I get a call from this small university, that I have passed their exam, but it meant I wont be into engineering field, but onto a pure science field. A field through which both my parents traversed. With the headquarters located on the dry and semi arid region of Rayalseema, it became clear that I would have to step out of my nest to fly high in my academic career. At the very moment of my selection into the university, a revelation struck me hard. This place, with which I am going to be associated with for the next 5 years of my life, happens to be not only ‘The Abode of Supreme Peace’ but also is located on the banks of the same river, which I referred previously. Now, did I realize, nothing is an accident, but it all happened as per His wish. He knew, when and where I should be. But as He often used quote, that His delays are never His denials, He made me travel to Bangalore, where I joined my Bachelors in Science, and found that it was closer to the HAL airport, and also a stones throw away from the tracks. Vacations now called in for traveling in trains in my favourite route and covering a distance of 1200km. The chugs, and whines of the diesel locomotives, the howl and drones of electric locomotives captured my heart. But more importantly, Bangalore is the aeronautical hub of India, which just made me ecstatic. The place gave me all, and could ask for more. I found that I was not alone in my thinking. Their enthusiasm, and encouragement, vindicated my stand on being a kid for life. And now, I am still the same Akshay, who runs to see a Boeing 747 flying, and who still catches the bars of the window shouting crazily at the names of different locomotives, and trains…… In conclusion all I say is, ” Thank You God, for letting me be a Kid…”  Jai Hind, Jai Sai ram….

 

 

 

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